Draconia couldn't decide if she wanted you or wanted you dead. You outclassed her in the magic games this year, and won first place. I always won first place.

"Congrats." Draconia said blandly to you with a dry look. She looked composed on the outside, but on the inside she was fuming. It was disgusting how pretty you were.

"Don't let this win get to your head, anaticula," she says in a mocking purr, snatching her 2nd place medal and walking off the stage.